Rantings of the Human Mind

As we left off... Trevor's darkness consumes him, he becomes 10 times more violent. His school is nowhere near a safe place once he becomes angry. Fights come and go, usually ending with his mother reminding him of why he hates belts. He can't escape nowhere he goes but yet he tries to run away from everything from failing school to his own home. He cuts off contact from all of his friends and family. He plots his "dissapearence" from school and the rest of the world. He sees no other way to escape except by a noose hung from the ceiling. He sheds no tear. He feels no pain. He has no heart or soul of his own. "DO IT..." The darkness rants on in Trevor's mind. He jumps. Airways restricted, Trevor takes a look at his memories. He comes across a certain one and stops to view it. Though it is not a happy one, it is able to save his life. The memory turns to be of his grandfather's funeral. As he relives the memory he remembers how the sadness of his relatives radiated off of them. Trevor never grew to know his grandpa well yet he still cried. He watched as his family members denied his death days after his passing. Trevor thinks, "Is this what I want? Do I want to cause this much pain to my family or my friends just because of my faults?" In a split second Trevor is able to find out what he must do. While hanging from the noose he sheds a single tear and tries to stand on the table nearby. "Not yet... Not yet....." "WHAT ARE YOU DOING??!! ISN'T THIS WHAT YOU WANTED? WHAT I WANTED?" The darkness reaches to make one last impression on what's left on Trevor's desperately regenerating soul. "Not yet.... Not this way.... I still love her..." "HER?! SHE ABANDONED YOU! I'M ALL YOU HAVE LEFT!" "Tell that to her..." Trevor reaches the table with barely any breath left. Gasping for air Trevor speaks his final words to his darkness, "I still have family. I still have friends. I still have myself. I'm not letting others die from my own death. I'm done with this." His darkness is speechless and decides to fade out, not gone but away. Trevor tries to pull himself together. He expresses himself with his own lyrics and poems. He reads and at least tries to do better in school. He decides to create his own blog sharing his ideas and poems. He creates his own life story, telling others with the thoughts of death that they're not alone. He titles such story:

Walking Down Nightmare Lane...

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